January 11, 2009
By Jessica Burns, Islip, NY

I breakdown
She breaksdown
He breaksdown
We all breakdown
We all let our eyes shed a tears
that run down our face and on the ground
The dead still ground..
My life is fast
Quick as the wind
Its slow when iam down
Down deeper than the ground
Deeper than hell
Down so much you'll never be able to touch
My life has its moments when it is high...
Higher than a bird can soar in the sky.

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mower said...
on Jan. 26 2009 at 4:46 pm
I really liked ur poem u made some spelling errors but hey nobodts perfect!=)


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